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Date: 23 January 2004 20:15:41
Ok, second time writing a post!
Sooooo....
Links have appeared!
I am spending too much time on the John Heron Project recently, which is - interesting. The last phrase of Stormboy 2 really hit home, and was close enough to home for me to really start thinking, and stare numbly at the computer and the picture of my dad that is on the top of it. The story that followed and is going on now is...is...is...
It's scary. someof the things that are being said by John Heron I could have written honestly myself - and that freaks me out...Mainly because some of the things that I have spent the last four years feeling guilty about are being written down by someone that isn't me...It's hard.
i suppose, from looking aback at my blog entrys I am quite preocupied with the people I know who have died, and I am sure that isn't a good thing.
But i don't know.
why do you weep
what are those tears up on your face
soon you will see
all of those tears will pass away
what can you see on the horizon
why do the white gulls call
across the sea
open horzions
the ships have come to carry you home
dawn will turn
to silver light
a light on the water
all souls pass
hope fades
into the world of night
through shadows falling
out of memory and time
don't say
we have come now to the end
you and i will meet again
you will be here in my arms
just sleeping
(lyrics from the Return of the King soundtrack, the last song on it).
The imagry is what really makes me cry in this song, it is relevent to all the people I have lost. The idea of white gulls and grey ships, is (obviously) from Legolas's song of the sea from lord of the rings, which was one of the things that i used when thinking about Molly before she died, but has and even deeper meaning than that. John Mansfield wrote in the poem Conway Gulls -
and being gone they wander home again
here to the ship to settle on her spars
they are are our brothers, we let them be
old conways, fellow sharers of the stars
The things that wander home again and alight on the spars of the ships are the spirits of old sailors. Like my dad. And, if sailors can be extended to mean anyone who has sailed on the sea of life, it is everyone.
so next time a seagull steals your lunch on the beach, don't worry...it's probably a friend or reletive!